#it's 2am I'm sorry I'm sappy

[firenati0n]

20 questions for fic writers

thank you to @alasse9 @anchoredarchangel @myheartalivewrites @anincompletelist @cricketnationrise

@tailsbeth-writes @cha-melodius @ninzied for the tags! i am so so so behind on all tags and questions and asks and i am sorry for the delay!! <3 thank you for your patience :)

How many works do you have on ao3?

7 under my name, 1 anonymously

What's your total ao3 word count?

32,316

What fandoms do you write for?

rwrb :)

Top five fics by kudos:

An Amateur's Guide to Piping That Cream and Beating That Meat (5,094 words)

our world, mine and his alone (the midnight train to go) (2,970 words)

cause you're classic, and i'm reckless (5,422 words)

each time we touch / i wanna take too much (1,339 words)

who truly stuck the knife in first (3,697 words)

Do you respond to comments?

yes! i haven't replied to any on angel fic yet bc they make me cry LMAOOOO but i will get to them soon :) comments mean everything to me. receiving any is a privilege. connection is so lovely.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i would say who truly stuck the knife in first but it's not angsty, just open-ended. they're spies, so happiness for them at the moment is fleeting lol.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i always write happy endings but i think and all i can taste is this moment, and all i can breathe is your life aka the angel!henry fic is the sappiest. it's so sappy I'm giving it a sequel for more sappy endings. it's the happiest ending because it also makes me cry.

Do you get hate on fics?

not yet, thankfully. people have been very nice and welcoming, which has been a real blessing.

Do you write smut?

no lol i got into my M game with who truly stuck the knife in first (sexually charged wrestling), keep me up all night / i wanna scratch your surface (prosey fade to black), and each time we touch / i wanna take too much (fingers in mouths) but i don't think I'll be writing smut anytime soon.

i could barely handle arms and legs in spy fic (@cha-melodius knows how terribly i struggled jfalksdjflkjasdlkf). how the fuck am I supposed to factor dicks into the equation????

Craziest crossover:

none yet but i am cooking up a sci-fi thriller au that may never see the light of day based on Dark Matter by Blake Crouch but no promises jfalksjdlkfadsf

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of

Have you ever had a fic translated?

not that i know of. I've had art and moodboards and a podfic but no translations.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i am writing one right now with [redacted] and it's going to be so fucking good y'all are not prepared for this AU fr

All time favorite ship?

firstprince forever. alex and henry are my babygirls. Close second is Sydney and Vaughn from Alias or Chuck and Sarah from Chuck.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i have a lot of docs with bullet points but typically if i start WRITING real words in a doc, i will be finishing it EVENTUALLY. it will either take me 4 months or 4 hours and there is no in between unfortunately, considering i write most of my fics between the hours of 2am - 7am in a fugue state. fatal flaw. all of my docs with actual snippets in them WILL be completed at some point. it's just going to take me. forever.

What are your writing strengths?

i hate perceiving shit like this bc i always think i sound like I'm blowing smoke up my own ass lmaoooo so I'll go with dialogue. i like the dialogue i write.

@anincompletelist also told me that I can "curate a VIBE and TONE like nobody’s BUSINESS" which is extremely kind (ily) and i think i agree. I do like experimenting with tone and atmosphere. I have been playing with genre and expression with each fic and i like what I've done so far.

i also just love a silly goose time fr ok i love my fun fics like amateur's guide and worm fic and actor au. they make me laugh.

What are your writing weaknesses?

i struggle to plot things out bc i get so caught up in dialogue and snippets of things i actually want to write LOL so weaving the snips together is always a pain for me. i am also a perfectionist so it takes me way longer to get over my mental hurdles and put words on the page. i also struggle to write angst sometimes like angst does not come as naturally to me as zippy banter. neither does prose. i have to work at those.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

love!!! i find it so beautiful.

First fandom you wrote in?

i do not count the 1d fanfic i wrote in my notes app as a mentally ill thirteen year old as actual writing, so let's go with RWRB :)

Favorite fic you've written?

and all i can taste is this moment, and all i can breathe is your life. it's my most personal and a fic I used as a coping mechanism to get through some yucky times. i also like the emotional beats in that one a lot. it is my least read / least popular but my favorite.

no pressure and open tags under the cut <3

@wordsofhoneydew @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @magicandarchery

@getmehighonmagic @indestructibleheart @14carrotghoul @onward--upward @sparklepocalypse

@porcelainmortal @nontoxic-writes @piratefalls @dumbpeachjuice @clottedcreamfudge

@tintagel-or-cockleshells @orchidscript @cheesecurdsgravyandfries @smc-27 @everwitch-magiks

@kiwiana-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @ships-to-sail @rmd-writes @welcometololaland

[taihua]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @gekidasa whose answers were excellent to read at 2am when I couldn't sleep <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 91

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 437,726

3. What fandoms do you write for? TGCF obviously is the main one, and Tolkien fic is something I regularly write because it feels like going home. I dipped my toes into Genshin fic this year and I've been known to randomly drop one-off fics for other fandoms when the brainworms hit!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

After Hours. The magnum opus. Deserves its place at the top.

I Want to Ki** You. I never expected this fic to get so popular so it amuses me that it's still near the top.

Further Precautions. Dumb humor win!

Carved in bone, heart engraved. The trope inversion amnesia fic!

Bet On It. So near and dear to my heart that I have spent the last two years trying to scrub off the serial numbers for publication and if that ever happens, it'll be amusing to see who recognizes it.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I used to, but then a depression era hit and now I have Inbox (666) and it fills me with dread to look at the number. I do read each and every comment and 9 times out of 10 I start tearing up even if it's something short like "loved this, thanks!"

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I'm too sappy to do actual unhappy endings, but Still Have Time sort of implies a cycle of toxic breakups that can't be fixed.

... I also forgot that I have that one Celebrimbor/Annatar pre-torture fic, which is objectively much worse than breakups now that I think about it. Does it count when Tolkien is the one who wrote the death-by-torture ending for Tyelpë, though?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All of them!!!!! But I'll nominate Money Maker, because it's the only fic I think I have ever written, for any fandom, that involves the couple getting married at the end. I bullied them so hard in this AU that I decided they earned it.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Never in the comments themselves, but I saw people being dicks about my writing on Twitter every now and then, which is the unfortunate downside of having a well-known fic in fandom. Not everyone has to like my fics, but like... I can see what you're saying on the public forum in the community that I myself am active in, guys.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? *gestures at my AO3 profile*

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? The most I've done is throw in a cameo from other MXTX fandoms, and I guess that one self-indulgent Sk8/tgcf fic that lives in my drafts and will never see the light of day. I just don't find "they meet!" to be enough of a plot to be worth reading or writing. The thought of writing all that introducing sounds like hell, sorry.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yup, there was that time the person almost word-for-word replicated Still Have Time. They claimed it was an accident and apologized before taking it down when I commented, but that wasn't fun. I felt like a jerk for commenting even though it was blatant theft; they even left kudos on my fic :/

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, I have a handful of my fics translated into Russian thanks to some Twitter pals!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Sadly no. I always thought this would be fun, though, so if anyone wants to try it sometime... just sayin'........ my inbox open....

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? 300,000+ of my AO3 wordcount is for Fengqing and they're always going to be one of the most specialest ships ever for me for many reasons, but I also feel like I have to give a shoutout to Maedhros/Fingon in Tolkien fandom for being my longest-running ship? I got into them in high school and they're the ship that I feel I can just sit down and write something for them whenever I want.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? There was that Fengqing police AU I started and I thought it would be good, but it ended up not really feeling like them and that was part of what pushed me to focus on original writing instead of fanfic this year. Funnily enough, I Frankensteined some of the concepts from that AU into Constellate, which is to date my only unfinished WIP on AO3. I never really had a plan for what I was doing with that fic and I thought I could just power through it, which failed miserably.

16. What are your writing strengths? Humor, probably! It's hard to be funny in writing, but I do try.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I have about a year's worth of fic that needs to be line edited and reposted because I was cueing--sentences like "He felt that he was afraid" rather than "His heart pounded in his chest" etc. A writing teacher pointed it out to me this summer and I've been consciously trying to fix it, but I know a lot of my fics are worse because of this.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I never see this done well in fic. Personally, if I'm writing Chinese characters in China in an English language fic, it's implied that they're speaking Chinese, so there's no need to stick "Hao jiu bu jian" in quotation marks, yknow? It only makes sense to change languages if it's implied that this section of language is different from the rest of the narrative, and even then it can be distracting in a bad way to have it written out rather than saying "'Hello,' he greeted in French."

19. First fandom you wrote for? Lord of the Rings probably. I'm not going to look at my FFN profile to check.

20. Favorite fic you've written? I have lots of favorites for lots of reasons, but I'll give a shoutout to No smoke without fire this time because it's my only OC-centric fic and I'm happy that people like it anyway even though OCs aren't really a thing in danmei fandom.

Tagging: I will take the lazy route and say steal it and tag me. I like reading answers to these

[miniimapp]

Chat Room Pt. 2 - Aaron Z

Gen ;; Fluff - Story

Warnings ;; No ??

Proofread + Edited ;; You should know by now

Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 22 OF THE 4*TOWN CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN !!

This is one of many posts tonight, so please go check out the advent calendar pinned to my page for each day's post :DD

Enjoy !! <3

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not_interested: ok promise this is the last time I bother you tonight but omfg they have a drink WALL with all kinds of teas and coffees and other stuff..

not_interested: idk about you but that just screams fancy to me

not_interested: i would ask how tf you managed to afford that hotel room BUT YOU FORGOT TO MENTION YOURE RICH AND FAMOUS SO..

ringshooter: in my defence

ringshooter: when tf was i supposed to bring it up???

ringshooter: just out of nowhere oh btw i'm part of a famous boyband.. yh cus that wouldve gone well

not_interested: ok valid

not_interested: but still, some warning wouldve been v nice

ringshooter: yh alr ill remember that for next time shall i?? 🙄

not_interested: the sass on you today.. smh

ringshooter: its 2am..

not_interested: ..valid

ringshooter: id recommend sleep if you dont wanna be shattered in front of the boys tomorrow lmao

not_interested: and id do that if i wasnt currently obsessint over a hotel the room the size of my whole house basically

ringshooter: valid but not helpful rn

ringshooter: the funniest part is you weren't even in here for more than 5 mins..

ringshooter: go sleep

not_interested: omg fine dad

ringshooter: never again

not_interested: yh no i hated that too

not_interested: kinda just felt icky

ringshooter: sleep

not_interested: aye aye captain 🏴‍☠️

ringshooter: 😒

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Your phone slips out of your hand and onto the bed as you flop back onto the mattress. You close your eyes and feel a sappy smile worm its way across your face. Just earlier you'd been hanging out with ringshooter.. Z, sorry, after he'd gotten off of his flight and tomorrow.. well, today actually, you'll be meeting the boys™.

You've been spamming Z whenever you get mildly nervous.. which is every 2 seconds it seems. It's not like you can help it though, he just has that calming effect on you, some may find his blasé attitude careless but to you it's freeing.

As the minutes tick by and the early hours pass into what some may coin as reasonable you finally drift off to sleep, your slumber that is much too quickly ended by your dozens of alarms going off.

Look, no judgement, you've just been known to sleep through your alarms before so 10+ alarms confirms whether your dead to world or waking up on time.

With a groan you pat around your bedside table until your hand land on your phone and you turn of your alarm. You drag yourself up into a sitting position and go through all the other alarms set to follow and turn all of them off too. Somehow you'd only slept through 3 today, must be a miracle.

You quickly skim through your notifications, not-so-secretly hoping to see one from ringshooter Z

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ringshooter: the guys

ringshooter: read: t and tae

ringshooter: have decided we absolutely have to go bowling today

ringshooter: that alright with you???

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You smiled as you found the notification and opened up your chat; you read through every word before shooting back a text of your own

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not_interested: no problems with that

not_interested: i know a place that does some really good food as well

not_interested: btw we doing those like side bumper things or no ??

ringshooter: sounds good

ringshooter: just send me the location and we'll meet you there

ringshooter: robaire insists on using those side thingies (wtf are they called???) so yh we are

not_interested: sweetness

not_interested: sending location now

not_interested: see ya

ringshooter: 👍🏾

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You resist the urge to squeal and kick your legs like a a pre-teen in one of those rubbish coming of age movies.

Now that you know the plan and you have an incentive to get up and seize the day, you find it much less of a struggle to leave you bed so you can wash up, get dressed and have a bite to eat before you leave.

You decide to walk to the bowling alley because it's more environmentally friendly and, more importantly, you're too broke to get public transport.

It takes longer than you'd anticipated but once you're finally at the bowling alley you open up you chat with Z

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not_interested: im here, meet me outside

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It only takes a couple of second for your phone to light up with the notification of a new message from ringshooter.

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ringshooter: i can see you 👀

not_interested: okay weirdo get over here so i can beat your ass at bowling

ringshooter: i think you'll find im the one will be winning today lmao

not_interested: dream on loser

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You thank whatever higher being warned you of your online friend's celebrity status and his celebrity friends before this because as you watch them walk towards you, you find yourself growing more and more intimidated. It's so weird being the center of 5 objectively attractive men's attentions, how the fuck no one's died from skyrocketing blood pressure at their concerts you will never know.

With a quick mental cleanse you rid yourself of any thoughts of their celebrity-ness, they came here to hang out and be normal people and so help you God you will not ruin this for them!

A widening grin makes its way onto your face as lock eyes with Z, "Hey, tiny."

You immeditaly puff up at the nickname, "I am not tiny, you're just an obscenely tall motherfucker!"

"Our point exactly!" Two voices chorus from behind Z, the owner of the louder of the two voices, bounds over to you, "I'm T, that's Tae and you are going to be our new favourite."

Tae nods and practically skips over, "Just because we're not 7 fucking feet tall doesn't mean we're short, but some people seem to forget that due to being taller than Mount fucking Everest! Glad to finally meet someone who's simply correct."

T looks likes a broken bobblehead simply from the force of his nods, "Robaire's not even that much taller than us, maybe like a couple inches, so the short jokes are just low hanging fruit at this point, not a pun!"

You smile brightly at both of them, "Nice to meet you both, I have a feeling we'll become great allies!"

The other tall one, who, by process of elimination is probably Jesse, speaks up, "Okay, enough squabbling, how about we go inside before we get stared at even more."

Robaire nods, "Agreed, plus I would kill for a bowling alley slushie right now."

You eyes narrow as you turn to him, "What flavour?"

He looks at you in return, he's eyes narrowing as well, "The only correct flavour there is, the blue one."

You straighten up and nod approvingly before turning to Z, "Looks like I've found a better partner in crime, someone who knows their bowling alley slushies and doesn't choose the red one over the blue one."

T gasps dramatically making you laugh, "I can't believe you said the red one over the blue one, everyone knows you have to get blue because it changes your tongue to blue."

Z rolls his eyes, "Who cares about omgue colour if it doesn't taste as good as the red one."

This time you gasp dramatically, one of hands flying to forehead in shock, "I can't believe you just said that! The blue one is way better tasting than the red one!"

Jesse sighs, "You guys are worse than my kids."

Tae smiles dangerously, "You're only saying that because you secretly like the red one more."

T turned to Jesse with a look of betrayal plastered across his face, "Is it true? Have you truly gone to the dark side!?"

Jesse scoffs, "I'd hardly call liking the red one over the blue one going to the dark side."

T fake sobs into your shoulder, "He does! He's betrayed us!" You pat T on the arm comfortingly, "It's alright, just because they don't understand doesn't change the fact that most people prefer the blue one."

Robaire sniffs, "Betrayed by my very own friends, whatever did I do to deserve this heartbreak."

Z groans, "What the fuck is this, man.."

T stares at Tae accusingly, "So, are you team blue or team red?"

Tae smiles innocently and replies, "I hate slushies!"

He then skips off into the bowling place leaving the rest of the group in shock..

"WHAT!?"

..

"Do they have actual favours or are they just the blue one and the red one?"

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Hope you enjoyed !! <3

[rotatedaxis]

at bears in trees concerts, when I look back on them, I become aware that I am one of many very very sad people searching for happiness and finding it in dark rooms with music so loud we can't hear the sounds in our heads anymore. I look around and I find home among the sad people in strobe filled rooms. I also see all of them, and know that so many of them are so happy. We all have the highs, the lows, the anticipation, the loss - the fear. We are all completely terrified and we are all unafraid.

[babiemochie]

☆.｡.:*　Take me to the Sky　.｡.:*☆

a Yoongi moodboard to celebrate the softest gemini I know, @minsbutt 

I hope your 21st birthday was as enjoyable as the drinks that follow !!

[lunarmochi]

perhaps i'm not built for love.

not in that "my life is so tragic and i could NEVER deserve it" way, but... in the way that makes you smile somberly at a couple holding hands on the street.

the more i reflect, the more i feel that i wasn't built for a successful romance. even if i have those moments with them, staring up at the sky wondering what our future is like, maybe it's not meant for me. maybe the countless failed attempts at relationships are a sign that i'm meant to admire from afar and learn from them, rather than get my happy ending.

perhaps if i'm only meant to feel happy for the people who've been successful at their endeavors, i can learn to live with that. i think i can learn to live with this little ache in my chest that yearns for what they have. for a romance that lasts, and doesn't end in tears. for a romance that doesn't end because of my shortcomings.

but if the least i can do is watch the people i love find their own happiness, and live the rest of my life with only myself as company? perhaps i can learn to live with being the side character. of their story, as well as my own.

[myuninterestinglifestory]

okay so this is oddly specific for me but can you do a joe keery/steve harrington one where the reader had endometriosis and she’s cared of the possibility of not having kids? idk i’m sappy lol

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

I did my best with this, I am so sorry if I didn't get it the way you wanted, the writing feels juvenile to me but it is 2am, so

Feel free to send this request to somebody else, I don't mind if you copy it word for word :)

Warnings: swearing, implied sex

You laid in bed with Steve, head laid against his bare chest. He had his arm wrapped around you, the wedding band on his left hand was cold against your bare shoulder.

"This may be a little off-topic, considering we just had sex, but," Steve paused, contemplating. "But if we were gonna have kids, how many would you want?"

You laughed. "I know all about your six nugget RV dream, baby."

"So, how many am I getting?" Steve squeezed your hip playfully, grinning. His eyes shown caramel in the fading light, his mussed up hair framing his face.

"Steve, baby..." Your grin faded. "I-I don't think, um--"

"Are you okay?" Steve's happiness turned to concern and he sat up. "Is there something that you wanna tell me?"

You sat up and took his hands in yours. "Steve. I have endometriosis." You could see the confusion in his eyes and hurried to answer. "It means all this shit here--" You motioned around your lower abdomen -- "hurts like a bitch. Almost constantly. And I'm really scared to have kids, Steve. I am so sorry."

Steve cupped your face in his hands. "I would be scared, too. I understand. It's okay."

"No, I ruined your dream, Steve--"

He pulled you into a tight hug, pressing your face into his chest. "Don't say a word. You didn't do anything on purpose. Whenever you're ready, okay?"

"I-If I want kids?"

"Yeah, if you want kids. Whatever you want, babe." Steve kissed your head and laid down on the bed, bringing you with him. "It's completely your decision, I promise."

[azurevi]

2:00am

is this even angsty? either way, you've been warned. (Leona x gender neutral reader) (featuring shitty title♡)

"I'm so sad that I'm going to stay up all night," they said. "Let's just not go to sleep, for the sake of memories," they said.

Ace and Deuce were already tucked comfortably in their beds, competing for the title of the loudest snorer. But no matter how big a noise they made, they couldn't beat the infallible champion that is Grim.

Hung on the wall was the mirror that you've been looking at for as long as you could remember. You'd always known － you could feel it in your bones － that it was connected to something else. And that it could serve as a portal to your own world was not a big surprise either.

You just didn't expect it to be done so soon.

A line of incomprehensible words, perhaps a spell, were scribbled on the worn out frame and were emittng a faint, humming light. Crowley had casted it a week ago, turning it into your ticket back home.

The news spread like wildfire in the campus. The prefect of the two-person dorm, unexpected non-magical user who was nonetheless accepted into the school, was going to leave. Some students, even though they never really knew you, were disappointed at this. After all, you've done so many remarkable things for the school.

Friends you made along the way made their visits one by one, with heartfelt farewells and delicate gifts. Jamil cooked you the grandest meal you'd ever eaten in your life. Floyd gifted you a handstitched shrimp plushie, even though it looked a bit messy at the trims. Riddle held a well-organized farewell party for you, ordering every students in Heartslabyul to make it as memorable as possible.

Almost everyone had sent their blessings. No - everyone except one.

And surprise, surprise. It was Leona, perhaps the person closest to you here in this foreign world.

It was probably safe to say that he despised you at first glance. It took him quite a while to look at you without prejudice, and even longer to accept you as his friend. Even after you'd helped him out of overblot, he was quite hesitant to let you in.

That being said, even Leona could be moved with enough persistence. It was only a matter of time until he started appearing by your side during breaks and lunch, hanging out with you instead of napping around the campus, taking your advice even though he feigned annoyance.

Before you knew it, you'd already got used his presence and his warmth, the safety he promised and the unsaid care.

But time was a mischievous kid, because it never waited. It just kept running and running, even sprinting faster if you called out to it.

Perhaps you'd realized it way too late. It felt as if the very moment you'd figured out your feelings for Leona, you were to leave this world. And of course, you could just stay. Forget about your previous life and live here forever. Alas, no matter how hard you tried, you could never fit in. You never belonged.

Which was... fine. You could just bury your feelings for him and hope for it to fade. It wasn't like you expected him to return your feelings anyways, despite all the subtle signs that you took note of.

The thing was that, Leona, the person you surprisingly found yourself the coziest with, vanished as soon as news about your departure leaked. He was nowhere to be found. He was neither in the garden nor his room. You'd tried going to him at night, sure that he would be in deep sleep, but his bed was vacant with nary a wrinkle on the sheet.

It was like he was avoiding you on purpose.

And it hurt, even though he was known to be amateurish when it came to dealing with feelings. It hurt because you were leaving, and he didn't even bother to say goodbye. Even Tsunotarou came with a dispirited countenance, so why hadn't he?

Thoughts kept you awake despite protests. You decided to take a walk around Ramshackle, perhaps to survey the place one last time before your leave tomorrow.

The moment you yanked open the door, you came face to face with Leona, who had his fist held up in the middle of knocking.

"…Good morning," he said.

"Oh! What are you doing here this late?" you asked.

"To say goodbye, of course. You're leaving tomorrow, right?"

It was hard to make out his face, but you could tell that his eyes were everywhere but on you.

"Yeah, tomorrow. How nice of you to make a visit the night before at 2am," you couldn't help the bitterness in your voice.

"Look, prefect-" he inhaled. "Let's just pretend nothing happened, okay? I don't want us ending on a bad note,"

In all your times spent with him, he had never sounded so discouraged before. You dropped your hostility immediately and invited him into the lounge.

"Tea?" you offered, but he declined in fear that it'd keep him awake. So you sat by him on the couch, without anything to distract you.

"How are you feeling? About leaving, I mean,"

"Well, I ought to be a little sad," you laughed dryly. "But everyone's been trying to make it joyous,"

"I see," Leona ended the conversation so abruptly that you feared that he was going to leave.

"I'm sorry for being out of reach for the past week,"

Leona apologizing. Never had you thought you'd live to see this day.

"Where have you been anyways?"

"…Out?"

"That's the vaguest answer I've ever got," you smiled slightly, but he still seemed to be bothered. "What's the matter?"

His ears twitched in annoyance. It was such a rare sight. "Don't you think you're leaving too hastily?"

"Are you prompting me to stay?"

"No-no," he replied, and with that extinguished your hope. You couldn't understand why he was trying so hard not to say what everyone's been saying. It's not like he was the most understanding person either.

"I just thought you can... maybe linger for a few more days? If that's not too selfish of me,"

"What is all this, Leona? It's unlike you to be this considerate," you teased him gently, and he finally mustered a small smile.

"That's what you've always told me though," he said, puzzling you. "It's annoying... but I kept it in mind. Be more understanding, quit being self-centered, treat people with thought…" he trailed off when he saw your face. "What?"

You closed your mouth with a short chuckle, "Nothing. It's just unexpected. Are you trying to be sentimental on my last day?"

"Did I do a good job?"

You nodded.

"Well, consider this a parting gift, then. The priceless experience of me being sappy,"

The night hadn't gone how you'd quite expected. What had you assumed anyways? For him to make you stay out of selfishness? Would you have stayed, then?

You hated to admit it, but yes. He only needed to ask, but he wouldn't, because you'd told him not to.

"Well then, thank you for opening up to me,"

He growled quietly. You looked down in what felt like disappointment. Tranquility installed between the two of you, but you could feel it even in the air, that the both of you had something to say, but wouldn't. The words lodged in your throats like fish bones, difficult to swallow, even more so to spit out.

"Well then, I hope you don't feel too sad about leaving," he shot up and started striding for the door. You raced, heart pounding in your chest as you grabbed his arm, words blurting out of you without knowing.

"Is that all you have to say?"

"What did you expect?" he asked back, voice suddenly devoid of any emotion.

"I don't know," you confessed. "Something more?"

It seemed so self-centered for you to ask, but you were blatantly desperate. Leona paused for a while, before turning to you looking more defeated than ever.

"Look, prefect, I already spent the past week brooding, and you can't imagine how hard it is for me to act all generous now. But I can't hold you back, can I? You have your own world to return to, and -" he rubbed the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "I don't want you to leave, but I have to let you go. Please don't make it harder than it already is,"

Words died on your tongue as you realized how shortsighted you've been, thinking that it would be easy for him. You let your hand slip away quietly.

"Just promise to visit me, okay?" he pleaded.

"I don't know if I can-"

"Just promise,"

"Okay," you forced a laugh, croak and painful. "I promise,"

Leona pulled you into his chest, too tall to even rest his chin atop your head, but it was something he'd got used to already. You stayed in his arms, as if by clenching to him tight enough time would stop its malicious game and let you stay in this moment forever.

In the end, it was him who broke the moment and stepped away. The instant his warmth left, a raw coldness washed over you.

"Well then," he stuffed his hands into his pockets and turned to leave. "Rest well, prefect,"

"You too," you answered weakly and watched as his figure reached for the door, and vanished from your sight like he was but a whisk of fog.

乁( ˙ω˙ )厂

[viking-raider]

Hi babe!

So I just wanted to say thank you again for writing and sharing your wonderful stories. Seriously. They got me through some shit last night. I had a meltdown having anxiety and panic attacks.

So to try and sort it i wandered back onto your blog and parked my ass slap bang in your masterlist at 2am and began to read your fantastic ddlg and fluff fics again because your my go to comfort blog. And your words did their magic because not only did I get a case of the warm fuzzies and immerse myself in your stories, manage to calm down, stop my panic attacks. I ended up actually relaxing enough to get some sleep.

So just wanted to let you know once again how much I appreciate all the time you spend on your stories and the work that goes into it. Its hard to put into words I'm not exactly a sappy person but I just wanted to let you know that last night you managed to help me, and thats a really big thing for me.

Lots of love Lexi 🥰🥰🥰😘😘😘

I'm so sorry that you had such a rough night! But, I'm glad that you found a happy place to get through it in, it tickles me to know that my work helps you and has such a positive impact on you, means the world to me, not as much as you feeling better tho!

[ft-stories-lgbt]

Hi love! I'm sorry it took so long before I gave you an answer ! I Hope you'll like it! @watcher-ofthe-sky

Prompt: "My head is full of you but my arms are empty"

Jellal sighs as he enters the hotel room. He is tired from the flight, and his body seems to weigh a hundred tons more with every step he takes.

Closing the door behind him, he runs a hand through his hair, taking in the room. It’s simple enough; just a bed in the middle of the place, with a nightstand next to it. There's another door not too far off, probably for the bathroom, and he can spot his luggage in the very corner of the rom. Nothing fancy, but it'll do for the night, and as long as he can get a good night’s sleep, that’s all that matters.

The man doesn't waste time and makes his way toward the bathroom, already taking his coat off. A yawn escapes his lips while he gets rid of the remainder of his clothes.

When the hot water finally slides down his skin, he allows himself to close his eyes for a moment, enjoying the way his body is slowly warming up, as his sore muscles relax, tension easing.

He’d left his house early this morning, having just the time to have breakfast with his husband, before heading for the airport to take the flight so he could attend the meeting he's having tomorrow. A little smile makes its way onto his lips as he thinks of the sleepy face Erik had earlier that day, eyes barely open but determined to spend a few more minutes with him before he went. Ten years being together and eight years of marriage barely allowed their love to fade; in fact, Jellal would say it’s made what’s between them grow further. Even if he has to go overseas for a few days at least once a month for work, it’s never shattered their relationship.

Jellal shakes his head drowsily and opens his eyes once more. As much as he enjoys the water on his skin, he desperately wants to sleep, so he quickly cleans his body before stepping out of the shower.

It's only when he is completely dry that he remembers that he didn't take any clothes with him. Sighing, he wraps the towel around his hips before going back to the bedroom where his luggage is. He opens it on the bed and he stops as his eyes meet with two post-it notes, a pink and a green one, stuck on top of his clothes.

Lifting an eyebrow, he takes the pink one between his fingers and can't help but smile as he recognizes the neat handwriting that belongs to his husband.

"I bet you forgot to take your PJs in the bathroom with you again?" it says, and Jellal laughs at that. His husband knows him a little too well.

He picks up the green one and this time rolls his eyes fondly as he reads the few words on it: "Did I tell you how much I love you lately? Because I do. I love you."

"I love you too." he murmurs, even though Erik is not next to him to hear it.

Jellal has no idea when Erik found the time to slide these little notes in here, but as he gently puts them back from where he took them, he realizes that it was exactly what he needed.

Jellal takes a look at the time, hoping that if it’s not too late he can maybe call his husband and tell him that he loves him too. But it's 10pm where he is, which means it's past 2am for Erik. He is probably asleep and while Jellal knows if he calls, Erik would answer, he doesn't have the heart to disturb him.

Sighing in defeat, he decides to go through his clothes and takes some pajamas, but as he removes the attire his gaze finds a blue post it, slowly falling and making its way toward the ground. He catches it swiftly and take a good look at it.

"My head is full of you but my arms are empty. I hope I'll dream of you tonight and I'll pray for tomorrow to come faster. Sleep well my one and only."

Jellal feels his eyes sting as his heart clenched a little. He misses his husband and reading these had done nothing but makes him crave his presence more. He knows he won't be able to sleep even if he is tired. Not until he could tell Erik how much he loves him too. He pulls on his pants before taking his phone. He doesn't care what time it is anymore; all he wants is to hear the voice of the one he loves.

The phone rings two times before a groggy voice is heard, and Jellal shuts his eyes, picturing the sleepy face of Erik.

"Babe…?" Erik says, voice thick with sleep. "It's two in the morning here…"

"Yeah, I know… I'm sorry." Jellal answers, his voice soft.

There's a little pause and Jellal can hear the bed cracking and the sheets being shuffled. He can imagine that the bed is a mess right now; Erik has always been a restless sleeper.

"Hey… is everything alright?" Erik asks, sounding more awake.

"Yeah... I just found your little notes."

"Little... oh, yeah. Left them here when you were sleeping last night."

"Thank you. They cheered me up." Jellal says tenderly.

"You don't have to thank me; but you don't sound cheered up, more like… nostalgic."

"Probably because it made me miss you a little more." Jellal laughs.

"Oh..."

Jellal can almost see the little blush appearing on the tanned cheeks, the way Erik would avoid his gaze, flustered by the affection.

"I miss you too." Erik whispers.

"Mmh… and I love you too." Jellal hums contentedly.

"Uh... did you wake me up to be all sappy on me? Because I'm going to hang."

At this, Jellal can't help but laugh. No matter how many years they've been together, Erik is still shy and uncomfortable expressing his love out loud. He’s fine to show it or to write it down, but it’s always a battle for him to actually say the words.

"You and I both know that you're not going to do that. I'll keep calling you non-stop otherwise."

"I'll just turn my phone off."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Want to bet?"

Jellal can practically hear the challenging smile in Erik’s voice.

"You're impossible."

Despite having been on the phone with his husband for only a few minutes, Jellal can already tell that he is feeling a little bit better, so he turns the lights off and then slides under the cover, resting his phone next to him, after turning the speaker on.

"And yet you're still married to me." Erik says.

"Indeed. I must be crazy or something."

"Definitely crazy. But that's not news to me." his husband chuckles.

Jellal rolls his eyes.

"As much as I would love to talk to you more, you have a meeting tomorrow and I have some pretty little snakes to take care of, early at the Zoo…"

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry for waking you up." Jellal interrupts, wanting to end this quickly so they can both get a good night’s sleep.

"It's okay, babe. We will see each other when you come home tomorrow, okay?"

"Alright... goodnight, love. I love you."

There's only silence for a moment, and Jellal is afraid that somehow the call has ended, but then he can hear a soft sigh, and Erik’s voice comes over the speakers again.

"I love you too, sweetheart. Sleep well."

Jellal smiles widely at the words, but before he can say anything the conversation is over, and his eyes meet the home screen of his phone. A picture of Erik and himself, faces pressed together, greets him. Both of them have a silly grin on their lips, eyes glimmering with happiness.

And it's with this picture and the voice of his husband still running through his mind, that he finally falls asleep, content with the knowledge that Erik is always there for him.

*

And thank you to my sweet little dragon @ceruleanshockwave for doing the beta job for me!

[tellerluna-stories]

hi hi hello! just wanna stop by and say that i absolutely love your writing! :D i just binge read your masterlist (the crowd goes wild!!! i love your work) but i wanna talk about living treasure and by all graces above am i astonished. amazed. in love. your style is eloquent and i love how you captured the relationship between zhongli and the reader. the times around them change but neither of them don’t (such a lovely trope! immortality finally being spent together by two people after countless years of yearning.. the burden of loneliness that comes along with it disappearing because they finally have someone to share happiness and peace with.. i will never get tired of it). i love how you wrote zhongli coming into terms with his feelings for his dear friend who has always been there for him; how he finally managed to get a grasp of what his elder told him all those millenia ago (even if he went through, like, 3 different names before he finally settled with his feelings, but we love him nonetheless). i also want to point out how the reader changed from seeing zhongli as their superior, only friend left, trusted acquaintance, to finally their lover. it was so cute, honestly. kinikilig ako habang binabasa ko interactions nila (especially when old habits die hard! when they can’t let go of how they usually address each other.. it kind of ropes me in with the sappy disbelief that wow, these two are finally together, i can’t believe it). this is the kind of slow burn that you wouldn’t realize is actually slowburn because of their very very obvious mutual pining. i mean, slow burn nga yata kase ?:!? daming taon na nakalipas saka lang naging sila nung modern liyue na LOLLLL still i love it!!! would 100% indulge myself more in tropes/ideas like these hehe

tldr; i love this fic, i love zhongli, and i love your writing! thank you so much for your hardwork in delivering such a beautiful piece like that. reading your works made me happy (well, that one childe fic, if you know what i’m talking about, is locked in the depths of my heart lest i go through another crying session) and i truly felt how beautiful love is, how wonderful it is to experience it with such amazing and well-written characters. sorry for the long rambling hehe i just can’t contain my love!!! once again thank you, thank you, and have a wonderful day!

- 🏮 (p.s - 2am ko ito isesend sa ask box mo pero who cares matutulog ako na may ngiti sa mukha ko yieee)

oHHHH my goodness ok. OK. I need to sit down and take a minute for this one bc anon, you legitimately made me tear up (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) this genuinely makes me so, so, so happy you don't even know!!! your ask means so much to me I can't even express it in words :"((((( please, please don't apologize for rambling!! it's such a joy to see people enjoying what I made and it's so encouraging to see it (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) in fact I have a long ramble for you too HAHAHA UNO REVERSE

when I started living treasure I was like,, super terrified HAHAHA it was my first multichap fic and I was just like 'i don't know what I'm DOING I don't know WHATS GOING ON let's just WING ITTTT' so it honestly just blows my mind that people enjoy it so much ( ；∀；) thank you for enjoying my fever-dream writing, it seriously means so much to me HHHHHH NAKO UMIIYAK NA AKOOOOO HUHUHU

I tried to do zhongli justice and did a lot of research (on both actual Chinese history and in-game lore) to write the fic bc my friends adore him and I wanted to make something worthy for em <33 I even logged into the game and went to all the locations I was writing about so I could see if it fit the scene I was writing HAHAHA (yes, I even entered the golden house domain to look at the interior so I could write it accurately. it also was an excuse to visit Childe but you didn't hear that from me.)

while writing the fic i tried to keep in mind that reader and zhongli had to have a sort of natural, mutual codependency even before they caught feelings, like you couldn't have one without the other. hHHH I don't know how exactly to explain it but like it's not so much of a needy 'i can't live without you and need you to be able to live.' it's more of an 'i can stand on my own and have done so for so long, but I want— and deliberately choose- to walk my path with you and share your burden.' idk if I explained it right HAHAHAHA but I wanted to express that sort of coexistence through even the smallest details, down to the mentioned dragon and phoenix robes from the people of Liyue (which, if I'm not mistaken, are usually used for the emperor and the empress/royal consort? pls do correct me if it's inaccurate info TT) I'm really happy that that came across!! they're oblivious idiots who took thousands of years to realise their feelings but they're oblivious idiots in love <33

once again, thank you so, so much for enjoying my work and taking the time to send this in!!!! it's so encouraging to hear feedback from people who read my work, especially now since I've been a bit discouraged about my writing lately (kasalanan ko yan kasi I over-critique it for absolutely no reason HAHAHA). I'm sincerely grateful for this, I can't express it enough <33